Eom Bk 2: Favored and Forgotten
Copyright© 2026 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 3: A Queen’s Promise
Mythology Sex Story: Chapter 3: A Queen’s Promise - With humanity rising and Prometheus bound in endless torment, Zeus entrusts Apollo, Hermes, and Athena to guide mortals while he indulges himself. Over centuries, the gods grow more fascinated with humanity. Ixion is welcomed on Olympus while Demeter fears for Persephone. Meanwhile, Zeus and Hera’s quiet personal struggles threatens to reshape Olympus, the Underworld, and the fate of gods and mortals alike.
Caution: This Mythology Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Science Fiction Paranormal Cheating BTB Cream Pie First Pregnancy Big Breasts Small Breasts Geeks Politics Royalty Transformation Violence
“We pass to Hera, wife of Zeus ... Hera, then, was Queen in Greece long before the coming of ... Zeus.”
— Jane Ellen Harrison (1850–1928), Myths of Greece and Rome (1928). Published in London by Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd. Public domain in many jurisdictions.
The chamber Zeus chose for seeing his brothers was not one of spectacle or grandness.
There was no throne or court. The walls were smooth marble veined with faint gold and curtains on the pillars.
Zeus stood near one such pillar with a relaxed stance.
Poseidon leaned on the table when he was sure of Zeus’ positioning. Hades was as composed as ever. He chose to stand, so that he might obtain the measure of the room and his brothers.
For a few moments, none of them spoke, but each one was aware that conversation would take place. After all, these get-togethers were an informal way for the kings to meet. It kept their bonds as brothers intact, which Zeus found necessary given Poseidon’s attempt at rebellion all of those millennia ago.
If only Poseidon and Hades had worked together, they would have undoubtedly defeated Zeus. Then again, they would have still run into the problem of who would be Zeus’ successor. In that matchup, Zeus would wager that Hades would win, but that reality would not come to pass with all that the King of Olympus did to avoid such conflict.
It was Hades who broke the silence while Zeus was still in thought.
“Before we join the revelry,” he said, adjusting the dark folds of his formal attire, “there are matters I believe we should discuss.”
Zeus inclined his head slightly. “Then speak.”
“Might I go first? I would like to discuss my wife, Brother,” Poseidon said.
Hades’ gaze shifted briefly to Poseidon before lifting a hand in deference to his cause.
“She remains an ambassador to this city while you still hold your grudge against me, Zeus,” Poseidon remarked.
A flicker of amusement touched Zeus’ expression, faint but unmistakable.
“The court favors her,” he said with a shrug. “After your indiscretion, the public has come to resent your presence, Brother.”
“Will that be held against me for the rest of time?” Poseidon wondered. “I made a mistake. The public cannot fault me for a single mistake made millennia ago!”
“They prefer predictability,” Zeus corrected, motioning to those outside of the building. “Amphitrite gives them that while still recognizing the authority of your people.”
Hades allowed himself the smallest hint of a smile.
“I am surprised you complain about her position, Brother,” Hades said. “You would rather spend your time testing the loyalty of every sea nymph within reach than be dealing with serious matters of state.”
Poseidon huffed a quiet laugh.
“Nymphs are for fun, and their loyalty is to their ruler before anyone else.”
“Spoken like an individual who proves my point,” Hades replied.
Poseidon crossed his arms in irritation. While he was visibly upset that his brothers had called him out, he did find it funny that Hades understood him far better than Zeus ever could despite the similarities to Hades.
“Then its settled. Amphitrite will continue as ambassador,” Zeus said at last. “Between Poseidonus and Olympus. She bridges what you ... do not.”
“Very well,” Poseidon said. “She’s better at it anyway. Always has been.”
There was no resentment in the words, yet an edge of suspicion was felt by Zeus. He could not know what to do with that sensation given he knew Hades wanted to discuss some matter, but he knew that he would need to handle the Poseidon situation delicately in the future.
Hades drew a slow breath in preparation for the second matter.
“Then we come to my dilemma,” he said.
“Minthe?” Zeus inquired
Hades did not flinch at the name but rather how his brother pronounced the name.
“I intend her to be my queen,” he said simply. “Yet most on Olympus treat her as though she were ... temporary.”
“Because she is,” Zeus replied without hesitation.
The words landed with the clean precision that Zeus intended.
Hades’ expression hardened into a glare at Zeus.
“She is a nymph created by that of Gaia, not an Oceanid or Nereid. In the hierarchy of Olympus, she will never be fully accepted. She is little better than a mortal. If I sneezed on her plant, she would die.”
“And you would discover that I am not one to accept that reality, my dear brother,” Hades said, taking a step toward the Lightning King.
Zeus flinched instinctively.
How strange it was to believe that he was not afraid of his Chthonic counterpart and say that to himself every now and then only for his instincts to reveal the truth.
“That you understand how frail she is and would threaten me over that tells the truth, Brother,” Zeus said back, standing his ground. “That’s the problem, Hades!”
They both stepped closer to one another. Poseidon understood that there was little he could do if these two powerful beings came to blows.
“Olympus is not merely a place,” he continued. “It is a declaration to the other gods and the mortals down below. A queen of any of our Realms needs to be above the others and implicitly have their acceptance. She does not because of what she is!”
Poseidon leaned against one of the marble pillars and shook his head.
“I disagree,” said the Sea King. “They don’t dislike her because she’s a nymph. Most do not like her because she doesn’t seem to care whether they like her at all.”
“And that is a flaw?” Hades asked. “Most on Olympus look down at the Underworld anyway.”
“One realm souring toward another? That’s standard weather for us,” Poseidon said in an unusual display of wisdom. “But that sort of bitterness in a queen at the start? That could turn ugly and quickly.”
“Our brother can be an idiot, but he’s right,” Zeus said in agreement.
The mild glare from Poseidon was enough to let Zeus know that he would need to play nicer. Poseidon should not be able to harm him because of the oath Zeus made him take, but there was no reason to push his luck, especially when Poseidon was agreeing with him. This was a chance at harmony; Zeus needed to take it.
“Well, Brother ... you are not entirely wrong,” Zeus repeated, motioning more respectfully towards Poseidon.
“Popular favor has its uses, whether we admire that fact or not,” he went on. “If your nymph companion—Minthe, yes—wished to be better known, better liked, she might yet rise above certain prejudices.”
Hades’ demeanor looked as though he might swing on Zeus.
“It should not be Minthe’s job to overcome the prejudices of Olympus!”
“No. It should not,” Zeus agreed. “But she doesn’t enjoy Hera’s popularity or Amphitrite’s mediation abilities, and you’re marrying last, so there is more pressure on your spouse as opposed to ours.”
“How is that fair?” Hades shot back.
“What’s fair?” Poseidon said. “The gods of Olympus are not about fairness. They do what they want. You know that.”
There was no malice in what either Zeus or Poseidon said, which likely made the internal feelings of Hades worse.
“What would you have her do?” Hades asked, the question edged with something restrained.
Zeus met his gaze evenly. He had to be honest. The prejudice was there. He could not pretend it was not, but the truth was that Zeus did love Hades; the previous relationship with Hera notwithstanding, Zeus wanted Hades happy. He found that happiness with Minthe (or so Hades said), so that should be cultivated even if she was an inferior being as a nymph.
“Decide,” he said. “What kind of queen she intends to be.”
The words settled heavily between them.
“Hera can extend courtesy from my end,” Zeus continued.
“Amphitrite can offer guidance if she wants it,” Poseidon added.
Hades looked away. He understood the offers were genuine by Zeus and Poseidon.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
“I will speak with her,” he said.
Zeus turned back toward the open air beyond the chamber to the guests, drink, laughter, and music. Poseidon was quick to follow.
Hades lingered a moment longer in the chamber.
“They don’t understand,” he said to himself in a whisper.
He shook his head, knowing Minthe would never truly be accepted as Queen of the Underworld. Then he followed his brothers out of the room.
Hera did not leave the celebration so much as step out of the performance of the populace.
She did not care for the opinions of her contemporaries. So many were dishonest about who they were and what they stood for. Hera knew that better than most; that fact struck her in the face when she had agreed to marry Zeus despite very much being in love with Hades.
Shaking her head, she walked off to a less occupied space where she found Demeter standing.
“Sister,” Hera said, not turning.
“Your Majesty,” Demeter replied formally.